Telegrams of the Soul

The Night

The night won’t pass. Naturally you keep dwelling all the while on each and every one of your thousand unnecessary sins. Nevertheless or precisely for that very reason, the night won’t pass. How foolishly you lived, or rather, failed to live, actually just slid by, dying a little every day. You’ve got no Bismarck-brain, never took yourself in hand, failed to fulfill man’s sole true purpose! A thousand things drove you from yourself, robbed you of your innate, indwelling vitality, drove you away from the best of your self!

That’s why the night won’t pass.

Because the sum total of your dumb and unnecessary sins is staggering.

Did you really have to that time?! No, you didn’t have to at all, especially not in this altogether perilous affair! So why did you go and do it?! So that this neverending night would afford you the human occasion to keep remembering and, as it were, dredging up your stony life of sin, and so that it would keep tormenting you for not having been enough of a man throughout this long preciously petrifying period of your life!

That’s why your night won’t pass!